People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 317 Jeanna and the Rats

It was mid-afternoon.

On the outskirts of Constantinople, a group of three people suddenly broke through the barrier of space and appeared under a tall oak tree out of thin air.

"Where is this?"

Lothar covered his head, resisting the severe dizziness and looking around.

The process of transmission was like throwing a person into a drum washing machine to run at maximum power, and now he even had the urge to bow down and vomit.

Anna calmly supported Eve, who was staggering on her feet. The physical fitness of this house girl was obviously not as good as that of Lothar. On the contrary, Anna was either already used to teleportation, or her physical fitness was amazing.

"In the western suburbs of Constantinople, there are usually not many people here, and there are many cemeteries scattered here. It is also the place where the legend of the corpse-stealing monster was first reported."

Residents of Constantinople were often buried near churches in the city, believing that this would help them ascend to heaven after death or spare them the final judgment.

The cemeteries in the western suburbs only buried the poor and foreigners at the bottom.

"How many teleportation arrays do you have in Constantinople?"

Lothar felt a little outrageous.

The legacy of this senior wizard who presided over the construction of the Imperial Library to Anna was too rich.

"It's not as much as you think. There are only a dozen of them in key positions, and most of them are in the city."

Anna obviously didn't have any interest in showing off. After identifying the direction, she said, "Time is running out, come with me. Eve, are you feeling better? If you are better, give Lothar and me the lightness technique." .”

The unkempt witch let out a "hmm", still not daring to see others, her eyes timidly looked at Lothar through some knotted hair, and she chanted a spell in a voice as thin as a mosquito (wen) gnat.

She still didn't know what Anna asked her to come out for, but she was not used to asking, so she just followed the instructions silently.

A few rays of magical aura fell on Lothar, and he suddenly felt much lighter. If it wasn't for the fact that it was not decent enough to jump around in place twice, he would definitely do it, and try to see if he could jump up and touch the tree above his head. tip.

"Let's go first, and we'll explain to you what happened on the way."

As Anna said, she tore open the slit of her long skirt, and ran into the distance with her two long legs—the posture was indescribably heroic, completely inconsistent with her original image.

While running, Anna sent a voice transmission to Lothar and Eve: "Lienna found a large group of rats in the underground palace. According to her speculation, it may be related to the Great Plague of Justinian."

"So brace yourselves, this is a terrible disaster that threatens to destroy Constantinople and the Empire."

Rat swarm, plague?
These two key words immediately intertwined into a terrifying vocabulary in Lothar's heart-the Black Death!

His heart trembled. If it was really the Black Death, it would be a disaster not only for the Eastern Empire, but also for the entire world, except for the more distant Eastern Dynasty.

Because Constantinople is the trading hub of the entire European continent.

If the Black Death is prevalent here, none of Gaul, Iberia, Germania, the Baltic Sea, West Slavia, the Rus States, North Africa, and the Levant can escape.

Including Lothar's Transjordanian Territory and the Limassol Military District.

With the crude medieval medicine in this world, which seems to have only three treatment methods: enema, bloodletting, and aromatherapy, this is definitely a terrible catastrophe with tens of millions of deaths.

Lothar immediately said: "Anna, Flynn also has a coat of arms in her hand, connect her to her communication for me, and immediately let her, Jeanna, Cellinina, and Hannya rush to support us."

"Thank you."

"No, if the plague breaks out, no one can survive alone."

They ran very fast, passing a vast wheat field in the blink of an eye, and stepped on the wet and soft ridges, but the footprints they left were quite shallow.

The surrounding scenery gradually became desolate.

"That's it."

While the three of them were talking, they came to a deep well, which had long been abandoned, and the mouth of the well was mostly covered by weeds half a person's height, and a faint smell of decay could still be smelled from it.

"then."

Anna threw out a bottle of light blue potion, and the liquid inside looked very much like the blue moon that Lothar used to wash clothes in his previous life.

After a little shaking, the liquid inside slowly flowed, giving people a rather viscous feeling.

"This is?"

"A potion for restoring mental strength."

Lothar suddenly realized that he had just used half-dragon transformation once, and most of his mental power was consumed. Right now, [-]% of his combat power can be used at most [-]%, and Anna obviously knows this.

"Thank you, do you have many of these?"

Lothar calculated that if the output of this thing is sufficient, it will definitely be a more useful treasure for him than the newly acquired "Dragon Core Noble Phantasm".

"Of course not. This stuff is difficult to prepare and the ingredients are rare. I've only saved up five bottles over the years. If it's not necessary—I suggest you drink the refreshment potion prepared by White Moon Grass, which can also restore your mental power. You need to sit still for two or three hours."

Anna glanced at Lothar and urged: "Drink it quickly, we have no time to waste."

Lothar immediately unscrewed the oak cork and poured the liquid inside into his mouth.

Contrary to Lothar's expectations, I didn't feel any unpalatable feeling in the mouth. Although the taste is very sticky, it can't be said to be unpalatable.

The potion entered his throat, and he suddenly felt a cool feeling rising from his stomach and rushing straight to his brain.

His mental power, which was already on the verge of drying up, began to recover quickly. Judging by the speed, it only took half an hour at most for his mental power to recover to full value.

"Let's go down."

Lothar reminded: "Remember to leave a mark for Flynn and the others."

Anna nodded and said, "Don't worry, I know. Eve, you are at the end. If you are in danger, you don't need to worry about us. Your own safety is the first priority."

Eve let out a "hmm".

Immediately, Anna jumped into the mouth of the well without any hesitation.

...

"No need to send it, thank you for your forgiveness."

After saying goodbye to the somewhat over-enthusiastic person in charge of the equestrian competition - an Earl Commander of Constantinople.

Jeanna put a heavy bag of gold coins on Grape's saddle.

In this riding competition, she successfully won the honor of champion knight.

But the process was not as easy as she expected, because she had never practiced riding and shooting. In riding and shooting, she lost to a Vadarutai cavalry from Kuman.

If it wasn't for her throwing spears, riding spears, and getting full marks in the three events of racing, she might not have won the title of champion.

Holding the grapes, she walked along the forest trail in a very happy mood. She made a small profit of a thousand soledes by selling casually. Converted to ordinary quality wine, it should be enough to fill a warehouse, right?
Putao stopped suddenly, pawing the ground with some anxiety.

"Grape?"

Rang Na's expression was slightly startled, and she put her hand on the saber at her waist.

There are robbers?
Putao is a spiritual horse, and its intuition has always been very sensitive.

However, there was no special movement around, and it was surprisingly quiet. This place was far away from the manor where the competition was held, and happened to be in a remote section of the road.

She held her breath and listened intently for a long time, but she didn't realize what it was that made Putao so disturbed.

At this time.

She noticed that Putao's gaze was staring at a mouse crawling along the corner of an abandoned house by the roadside.

Her expression immediately relaxed, and she patted her ass: "You bastard, is it possible that you are addicted to eating rats? I warn you, if you occasionally want to eat meat, I can prepare fresh meat for you, but you are absolutely not allowed to eat rats anymore." !"

It is not uncommon for horses to eat mice. It is not uncommon for some chickens who accidentally walked to the hay pile to be chewed up and swallowed by the horses one by one.

Jeanna thought that "Grape" did this out of curiosity.

But she took the rein and tried to urge Putao to move on, but Putao refused to leave.

Only then did Jeanna's expression become serious.

Because she realized that something might be wrong with this mouse, its hair was wet and matted, and there were clearly visible black pustules.

Grapes obviously can't stop in front of it because they want to eat it.

At this time, the mouse seemed to have noticed this side, and raised its head, a pair of small eyes were actually shining with a bloodthirsty red light.

Immediately, the mouse squeaked and rushed towards the grape, regardless of the huge difference in size between the two sides.

boom!
Jeanna quickly grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and nailed the mouse to the ground with precision.

She carefully walked around the crazy mouse with the grapes, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

This mouse is obviously not in a healthy state, and it may be carrying some deadly germs.

Bypassing the mouse's body, she led Grape and continued on her way.

Along the way, the surrounding area was extremely quiet, so quiet that it was a little scary, as if even the chirping of birds, beasts and insects had disappeared.

Jeanna suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and continued walking. Suddenly, she saw a dead war horse by the side of the road not far ahead. The saddle, stirrups, and saddle bag were all ready, but the owner ran away somewhere.

She didn't dare to approach rashly, and there was a lingering doubt in her eyes.

I just went to the outskirts for a horse race, how come the whole world seems to have changed on the way back?
I thought so in my mind.

She looked at the war horse from a distance, only to see that there was a hole in its abdomen, and a little blood was still soaked in the soil underneath.

Under the skin, it seemed to be alive, constantly wriggling.

Snapped--

One of its skins had been bitten through, and a dirty, bloodstained rat emerged from it.

Its body was also full of abscesses.

"This is... what kind of evil?"

Jeanna let go of the sword on her waist, and took out the rusty holy spear from the saddle.

The bloody mouse stared at Jeanna with a pair of scarlet eyes.

Around, there were gradually dense rustling sounds.

One after another, the mice pierced through the skin of the horse, staring at Jeanne with red eyes.

The side of the forest path.

The swarm of rats has already gathered into a tide, ready to devour Jeanna and her mount together at any time.

Jeanna's face was a bit ugly, she patted Putao's head lightly to comfort the frightened animal, and murmured in a low voice: "What a ghost, even mice are going to eat people."

This is obviously not the Black Death.

In other words, it is not simply the Black Death.

(End of this chapter)